K. Taylor Quotes
And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.
Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world.
Good, if you were not part Lycanthrope that blow would have killed you. Now, stop fighting your pain and embrace it.
If you don't believe it's elves, that's your problem. I know it's elves.
Get out of doors, Strange. Breathe air, see things. A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light.
What's the point of being old if you can't beleaguer the young with your vast stores of wisdom?And what's the point of being young if you can't ignore all advice?
Kumquats?I've had a few.But then again, tofu dementia.
I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.
the shadows may come and engulf your world, but if you look hard enough you'll always see that spark in the abyss leading you back to the light and the next adventure waiting to be had
Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won-some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it-but something to carry doggedly through everything.
She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.
Most people want to be perceived as Katana swords, but they don’t spend enough time in the forge to even be butter knives.
Don’t be the majority, just hoping for your name to be called, because it won’t happen.
Don’t approach a dragon from the front, a jakkar from the back or a norn from any side. Annuan saying.
The pale fabric of reality has so many hidden pockets that we can find some change in here somewhere - you just have to dig a little deeper to avoid the chewing gum and past mistakes.
He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant.
I believe that if children fall in love with wildlife they will grow up wanting to protect it.
Skathis might have been an artist, but he'd been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.
I only had three teachers, really, that were interesting, and all three of them were women.
But colonization had a nasty tendency to work its way into the DNA, the beliefs and philosophies and the very ways of life of the people being colonized.
She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it.
William is the most skilled protector that I have ever seen. He is the best." Determination began to swell inside of me. "Then I will have to be better." Margo Westly
I’m not looking for fate. I’m seventeen. I’m looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)
..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.
Fate or not, our lives are still the results of our choices.
From experience, I can tell you that if you go around trying to figure out what's fair in life or whether you deserve something or not, that's a rabbit hole that is hard to climb out of.
Whatever it is I'm born to do, my fear of failing at it has almost become greater than my desire to figure out what it is.
She felt invisible shackles snaking around her wrists and ankles, took a deep breath and said..............
On Pilgrim's Progress: “I could not have believed beforehand that Calvinism could be painted in such exquisitely delightful colors.
There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?
thought for the day.. we are only as strong and safe as the elements we allow into our inner circle rather than the belief of isolation, as a solution, which is foolish...LT
He didn't believe in magic and demons. He believed in day and night, endurance and fury, cold mud and loneliness and the speed with which blood leaves the body
Literature matters because it is how humanity, with all its losses and joys, can become a work of art.
Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it's hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don't want to climb off of it.
It felt like this was never going to end. The world wasn't going to stop crashing down until there was nothing left of me but dust.